17.Feb.12, 06:09 AM
"Oh," B'jin murmured softly, his features falling slightly as he looked away from Talian. He didn't ask, because he wasn't sure how he would feel about a clarification, though his immediate assumption was that Larrikith had dragged the poor boy from his bed in order to come see him. Which, B'jin sighed, didn't make any sense. Larrikith never sought help in such situations, and he was pretty sure Talian wouldn't have come if he had known Larrikith was perched in his bedroom. Confused, but not interested in puzzling it out at the moment, B'jin took a deep breath in and absently took the mug of klah.
"Yeah," B'jin agreed softly, curling around the mug he held, but making no motion to drink it. "I am." B'jin scrunched his nose up, partially at himself and partially at Talian's advice that he eat. He didn't bother to vocalise his lack of desire to do any such thing, as he pried one hand away from the hot mug and used it to wipe hair back off his forhead. Taking a deep breath in, B'jin quietly handed the hot mug back to Talian and shuffled back to slump against the headboard, looking dejected and sad.
"I'm fine," the man lied easily, though it appeared he gave up on the well versed phrase half way through the first word, as it ended in a sigh and he shook his head. He let the silence wrap around the room and fill the spaces, before he lifted his gaze, finally meeting Talian's eyes and seeing them full of questions. Sighing deeply, B'jin threw his covers off himself and practically fell out of bed, standing unsteadily by it for a moment until his head stopped spinning. Meandering his way to the chest his clothing was shoved in, B'jin kicked a stuffed toy over to the bunk beds as he went. Reaching the chest, B'jin tugged his rumpled shirt over the top of his head and tossed it to one side, before shoving a fresh one on and tugging it down.
"Come on, then. You might as well be comfortable."
Shuffling out of the bedroom, B'jin made his way to the well loved couch that was sitting in his living room and he curled up against the armrest, knees pulled up to his chest and arms resting across them, chin atop, as he waited placidly for Talian to join him.
"Yeah," B'jin agreed softly, curling around the mug he held, but making no motion to drink it. "I am." B'jin scrunched his nose up, partially at himself and partially at Talian's advice that he eat. He didn't bother to vocalise his lack of desire to do any such thing, as he pried one hand away from the hot mug and used it to wipe hair back off his forhead. Taking a deep breath in, B'jin quietly handed the hot mug back to Talian and shuffled back to slump against the headboard, looking dejected and sad.
"I'm fine," the man lied easily, though it appeared he gave up on the well versed phrase half way through the first word, as it ended in a sigh and he shook his head. He let the silence wrap around the room and fill the spaces, before he lifted his gaze, finally meeting Talian's eyes and seeing them full of questions. Sighing deeply, B'jin threw his covers off himself and practically fell out of bed, standing unsteadily by it for a moment until his head stopped spinning. Meandering his way to the chest his clothing was shoved in, B'jin kicked a stuffed toy over to the bunk beds as he went. Reaching the chest, B'jin tugged his rumpled shirt over the top of his head and tossed it to one side, before shoving a fresh one on and tugging it down.
"Come on, then. You might as well be comfortable."
Shuffling out of the bedroom, B'jin made his way to the well loved couch that was sitting in his living room and he curled up against the armrest, knees pulled up to his chest and arms resting across them, chin atop, as he waited placidly for Talian to join him.